Friday Night at Forum

I had the entire weekend full! It was rather uncharacteristic considering the fact that my weekend routine typically consists of staying in the office to procrastinate from procrastinating to do work. Murphy’s Law proved true once again; when I have no plans for the weekend, I will have absolutely nothing to do in the office except to swat flies. On the other hand, when I had this wonderful Jazz gig to go to on Friday night, my desk magically stacked up with paperwork. Almost at a frantic pace, I managed to clear the work and headed down to Forum to catch the Royal Crown Rue.

I actually had no idea who the Royal Crown Rue was, except being told that they were the band that appeared in The Mask. Gangster jazz was what they called it, and that certainly sounded like my kind of music. It was costly, $50 per person and it was quite a challenge to find anyone to go watch with me. Chris who first came up with the idea couldn’t make it as she thought it was beyond her budget. So there was I, left with the option of asking some underage princess who had no clue about jazz to keep me company, but instead I was privileged to ask out a self-confessed over-aged princess who made the price of the ticket worthwhile.

The Forum was a grand venue, redone with a Roman theme with five-pillared pavilions and white marble statues ornamenting the sides of the theatre. What really impressed me was the layout – it was not a typical concert layout, but instead a seating area at the top end of the area closer to the entrance with a standing/ dancing floor space just before the stage. The setup was non-formal and pub-like instead of theoretical. The first band that played was really interesting but I couldn’t put my finger on what genre their music belonged to. It was a hybrid of rap and brass and with me being above 25 yrs of age, I had no clue as to what they were singing. When the second band played, I knew for a fact that millions of my brand-cells died. It was a racket which I couldn’t really appreciate, save the memories it brought when I was rocking my head to GreenDay back in high school. Punk really isn’t my cup of tea.

So we were there from 8:30pm and it was not till 10:30pm that RCR appeared. We were brought back to the fifties where mobsters were raving the streets of LA with tommy guns. Gangster jazz lived again and the crowd rose to the occasion dressed in their hats, black suspenders and checked ties jiving till the clock hit twelve. RCR was brilliant, ‘Hey Pachuco’ was a twenty minute item featuring trumpet, bass and drum solos that had you cheering your lungs out.

Not a bad end for a Friday evening, if that really was the end of the evening. There was an emotional episode to follow but that is probably best left for another entry. In any case, the Friday evening marked a pretty eventful weekend. I’ll leave the rest of the story for another time…. …